I release my hold as we ride the aftershocks before reaching around to loosen her blouse from her wrists. She pushes herself onto her elbows, staring up at me like the cat that got the cream. Or the pussy that creamed.
“You seem like you enjoyed that,” she says as she puts her panties back into place.
“What’s not to enjoy?”
“I mean… the choking part.”
“Have I ever deprived you of what you ask for during sex?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean you enjoy it… Sir.”
“Why do I like the sound of that so much?” It’s a genuine question. I’ve never thought of myself as some caveman whothinks a woman needs to bow at my feet, but that felt really fucking good.
“Because you have a Dominant personality.”
“I know I’m a leader. I’ve never been one to follow, but that was different. I really fucking liked choking you. What’s wrong with me?”
“It felt good for you, and for me, so why does it matter?”
“Because I can’t go around choking every woman I sleep with and making them call me ‘Sir.’ I’m going to go out on a limb and say I won’t find many women who want that.”
“Depends on where you’re looking.” I’m intrigued. This woman knows what she wants, and apparently, whatIwant.
“Tell me everything.”
“Have you ever heard of BDSM?” This is not what I want to hear, and yet I find myself probing further.
“Whips and chains? Torture shit?”
“So much more. It’s not torture when she begs for it.” Fuck, my cock is already hard again. “Come with me to a club. See what it’s about. It’s all about consent, Ry. Yours and mine. If you enjoy what we do here, you’re going to fucking love it at a club.”
“I’ll go on one condition.”
“Name it.” She can’t hide how eager she is, and my erection suggests that I want more.
“Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter 1
RYDER
My adrenaline is pumping as I walk the few blocks from my restaurant to Venom, ready to unwind with some fucked-up sex—just the way I like it. Pulling out my phone, I shoot a quick text to my sub, telling her to be in the position and ready for me in thirty minutes. She’s already there, I can see on the Find my Phone app. I always have my subs share their location in case of an emergency.
The bar is packed, and all the usual suspects are drinking at our favorite table with their subs sitting on their laps or by their feet, all appropriately covered. Flex is the only one who flagrantly breaks the rules, but he’s one of the owners. His wife is one of my favorite submissives to watch on the voyeur floor. Fuck, I’m man enough to say I enjoy watching him up there with her. Their chemistry is palpable when they’re in the grand hall area. Add in Pierce and Freya, and it’s a perfect night up there.
The great thing about my friends—they don’t kink shame. We’re all into some messed-up stuff, and in that way, it’s not messed up at all. In an age where everything you say is controversial, I don’t really give a fuck. I’m not a sadomasochist.BDSM was the gateway drug for me, but it doesn’t encompass my view of sex and who I choose to have sex with.
“Don’t any of you ever go to work?”
Flex seems to be amused. “Why do you think we own a kink club? Got to think smarter, not harder, bro. I’ve offered you the keys to the kingdom. All you have to do is take them.”
“What are we talking about?” Dalton chimes in.
“Shit. I forgot to tell you,” Flex confesses. “To be fair, I’ve had some stuff going on recently. I spoke to Ry before everything went down.”
We all give an uneasy chuckle, everyone still reeling from Flex and Helena’s brush with death.
